I hope you are regular readers of Piloting the Zoo and know which category I fall into. The Bad Craft Mom. Whenever I want to feel even more like shit about sleep deprived induced lack of patience and creativity when it comes to art projects, a quick Google search never fails to send me straight …
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Cancer. More specifically, head/brain cancer. I lost my grandmother, my namesake, to it when I was 16. She had been diagnosed not even a year. My mom took my sister down with her to help her when my Grammy had the surgery and everything else, while I stayed back to help take care of my …
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From what I can recall of all my break-ups, most involved scores of tears, Radiohead for days, and pages of journal writing so vindictive that they should be burned so they could never be used as evidence if any of them ever turn up dead (of course, I would hope the police would have …
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